feel naked, girl, like I've got no shame. It's out of my heart and hands. I'm out of my mind to be falling again. I've tried to say stop but it's bigger
Перевод: Сторона. Это Out Of My Heart.
with me (Chorus) It’s ok to feel good, it’s the truth Yo check it out What would it take for a boy about my age to hear cheers in his head upon that
my telephone! My telephone! M-m-my telephone! ‘Cause I’m out in the club, and I’m sippin’ that bub, and you’re not gonna reach my telephone! My telephone! M-m-my
Well, it’s almost nightfall And there’s no forecast of rainfall And I’m in the mood for a party So I’m gonna go out to a club And give the dancefloor
my way, the wilderness has grown fierce. Redemption and my heart, both of them was pierced. Crashed my truck, didn't think I'd make it out. Had a hit
heat of the night Midnight the party was stopped into the moonlight I'm scoping out the honeys with the light eyes Be with me tonight Can't get you out of my
better hit bull's eye, The kid don't play If there was a problem, Yo, I'll solve it Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it Ice Ice Baby Vanilla,
the homeys took a beaten So now we spend at being a gang of checking at the meetin like cycles repeatin It's just another sunset fall in sea I can hear
Party Wanna be my VIP? You didn't RSVP That's ok That's ok Welcome to the Tea Party oh oh Want to be my VIP? hear me shout Tip it over and pour it out
, you build me up You break me down My heart, it pounds Yeah, you got me With my hands up Put your hands up Put your hands up Now, the party don
write fear- In the heart of you tight squares, I harbour the art of you nice [? ] It's [? ] cause that made me hotter than my dear Uncle Al's breath
TP for my bung hole and it's cool if you let one go Nobody's gonna know, who'd hear it? Give a little poot poot, it's okay Oops my CD just skipped And
and collapsed on the steps Looked up and I seen Swift shootin it out But I can't see who he's shootin it out with But Denaun's right behind him squeezin
clear My baby mama's not dead (uh-uhh) she's still alive and bitchin (yup) And I don't have herpes, my dick's just itchin It's not syphilis, and as for
my dance song (Outsidaz) Can you hear me? (Rah Digga, Pacewon, Young Zee) [Em] Aight, ay turn my headphones up (bust it bust it) My favoite color is
us You did it, it's your fault Oh my God I'm crackin' up Get a grip Marshall Hey remember the time we went to Brian's party? And you were like so drunk
't handle it like a man And that's when it just happens And I snap and it's a wrap, and it's a scrap an then it isn't crap is it? Hip-Hop isn't a sport